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Blue Moons

Blistering and scorching sands Land of the hushed and crushed hands Up the creepy furs clasping 'round Ebbing scraped sand of ants' mound Mortars of the deep and steamy skies O'er peals and dreamy flies Off the reef passerine of stormy glides entreat New leaf flit, strength above my feet... Sunsets tweak, marvels at its peak

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Marikate Kingston

Date: 11/9/2023 4:57:00 PM

There are few things as lovely as a blue moon. Those two words are found in several songs over the years. I used to know a poem that read, "Two things can tear my heart in two, Moonlight on still ponds and you" What a pretty line of yours: "Sunset tweeks, marvels at it's peak" I just love your poem all over the place! It has such a romantic feel to me.

Clifford Villalon
Date: 11/11/2023 5:59:00 AM

Your heart's sparkling gesture swirls around your body of beauty and appreciation!... :) Cliff